I’ve been sitting here for the past 192 years and I am feeling grumpy.
I look like I am five years old but if you look closely you see that I am incredibly hung-over. The boys and I were out last night – the other three good looking specimens holding up this goddamn fountain are even worse than me for the shots.
Every night, I say “lads, can’t we just go for a wee fly around town, shoot a few love arrows and come home early for a cup of tea and some toast?”.
Nobody ever listens to me though…especially not this bloody dolpin. Flipper here has a mind of his own and all he cares about is where his next Chartreuse is coming from.
The next two eejits that land in here are getting a love arrow in the ass. None of your Meetic / eHarmony messing for me, back to basics I say.
now, where did I put my night cream? my dark circles would scare away the seraphim…